So, I have finally been out for my first two runs.
Matthew came with me for the first, a 20 minute slow jog around the roads of Frampton Cotterell. It actually wasn't as bad as I thought - I managed to keep moving for the full 20 minutes which surprised me - and I didn't walk either! I was quite impressed with myself until I 'mapped my run' and discovered that it was a mere 1.67 miles! A half marathon is 13.1 miles so that's almost 8 times as far. Eeeek!
Anyway, I was still feeling quite pleased with myself after my first running experience in many years and felt that I was ready to brave the roads alone for my second run. This is when something rather strange happened. I was going into work last Friday for the day so was intending to drop Noah off at my mum's at 8am. As the birds were merrily singing away at 5am, Noah decided that 5am was, in fact, morning. After an hour of lying in bed with a very awake baby, I thought to myself 'What a lovely morning for a run!'. Since when have I ever thought that any time of day was a lovely time for a run?!
And that is how I found myself hopping out of bed at 6.30am (on my first day back in work!) for an early morning jog around Frampton!
Here are the before and after pictures to prove it....
This time I managed 1.93 miles. Well, you've got to start somewhere!
Matthew came with me for the first, a 20 minute slow jog around the roads of Frampton Cotterell. It actually wasn't as bad as I thought - I managed to keep moving for the full 20 minutes which surprised me - and I didn't walk either! I was quite impressed with myself until I 'mapped my run' and discovered that it was a mere 1.67 miles! A half marathon is 13.1 miles so that's almost 8 times as far. Eeeek!
Anyway, I was still feeling quite pleased with myself after my first running experience in many years and felt that I was ready to brave the roads alone for my second run. This is when something rather strange happened. I was going into work last Friday for the day so was intending to drop Noah off at my mum's at 8am. As the birds were merrily singing away at 5am, Noah decided that 5am was, in fact, morning. After an hour of lying in bed with a very awake baby, I thought to myself 'What a lovely morning for a run!'. Since when have I ever thought that any time of day was a lovely time for a run?!
And that is how I found myself hopping out of bed at 6.30am (on my first day back in work!) for an early morning jog around Frampton!
Here are the before and after pictures to prove it....
This time I managed 1.93 miles. Well, you've got to start somewhere!
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